The Colour of Love

When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.                    1Corintians 13:11 David   Thoughts of my early childhood are coloured with memories of African sunsets, big game, dusty feet, camp fires and community. Born in the military camp at Buffalo, on the banks of the Okavango river, life was an intricate blend of both simple and complicated. We had little in terms of convenience and  worldly comforts. Toys were fashioned from the land and food was cooked on open fires. One of my earliest memories, is that of my father, hoisting me up onto his shoulders and walking me down to the river to wash. I'm not sure how old I was, but I can still recall how I felt ten feet tall and like he was the strongest man in the world.  The phrase, 'It takes a village to raise a child' r ings very true for my childhood. ...

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord , “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.                                      Jeremiah 29:11 NIV Welcome and thank you so much for joining us! David and I, hope and pray that you will be encouraged as we journey through this story together.  Throughout the course of our relationship, we've come to realise that, most people are simply curious and shinning a light on the details of our story, unlocks the door to greater understanding and perhaps even a new perspective.  If you know us, parts of this story will surprise you, perhaps even shock you... And if you don't know us personally, we are so happy that you have taken the time to read and look forward to calling you friends.  It's a beautiful tale of an unlikely romance, deep, wrenching loss and a hope that comes only by the gra...